Taken Out of Kotex

After three days, my finger has begun to smell. Underneath the bandages is a heady, ever-growing mixture of sweat, blood, and cotton. It brings to mind all the ingredients found in a used tampon, and is every bit as appealing.

Only it's at the end of my hand. And I can't cleanse it. And it's going to grow steadily worse until next week.

It's more than a little disgusting, and this is to say nothing of what I feel twinging around under the gauze. I spend my day downing ibuprofen and I'm quite happy when I can't feel my heart beating under my knuckle.